Arrive to Culmination

I am tiredMore tiredThan all the people in the worldI am nervousMore nervousThan all the people in the worldI am aloneButI am hopeful!more hopefulthan all the people in the world!I hope to be dauntless!More dauntless than all the people in the world!I hope to be free!Free like the clouds in sky!

I hope to dieButIt is impossible.I hope not to be alone.It is impossible. Impossible…What should I do?I am an Afghan womanI tolerate impossible because I am a womanI am alone, no hopeBecause I am a woman At last, what is my sin?

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Dear Zohra: Congratulations on your first poem being published on the blog! And wow, what a poem it is! So many quotable lines. Here are the ones I know will stay with me: “I tolerate impossible because I am a woman.” And of course: “I hope to be dauntless!/More dauntless than all the people in the world!”

I especially appreciate your honesty here, the different emotions you reveal.

You end on a crucial question. Who on our earth can answer this one? Definitely no one who is unstained by his or her own sin.

My Afghan Woman your not alone, ur fate is interlinked to our fate, to the fate of millions of women in this world, what ur suffering is suffered by our mothers and grandmothers , you and us we all are the off springs of same misery and abuse. So grieve not, don’t be dejected since you and us we are one, ur not alone!